love the poem, but long for a human picture with. Skin to skin. As was warm swimming in blood sounds, then picture arrived and I was cold outside in snow. Beautiful photo though. ( and I suppose the polar bears are warm, perhaps a bit too warm). And there is wonderful contrast snow to blood. I wonder what their internal temperature is? Perhaps is greater than ours?

Thank you, Church Lady! Yes, I love them too. Thank you for the link to your post. Very interesting. I had no idea about their black skin - seems like a good solution. And they are some terrific swimmers too...

Jason, thank you! Reading your comment I suddenly realised that not all "human music" is so romantic... :-) :-) :-)

In Search of Lost Time

A Member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle

He leaped at me
from the faded tiles of
Ishtar's procession.
His claws sank deep
into my flesh,
the dust of all illusions upon us.
"What seek you?" he rumbled. "The brilliance
is gone,
the gold is ashes."
"One named Alexander," I said.
"He was once a god."

My Heart Only

In the orchard of pink grapefruit, I walk.
What gleams, what sparkles, so lively, so slyly,
In the hot well of this darkness?
No stars in the high, no glow worms in my skirts.
Only your eyes, your glare of sapphire.
Your mighty roar echoes for me alone,
Sweet and bitter.
Do not devour me, lion of my heart.
Let us sacrifice this ripe grapefruit.